an abnormal urge had overcome him today and, as a result, mikazuki finds himself bent down near the patch of dirt outside of his home, a bag of seed in one hand, a shovel in the other. slowly, mostly as a result of ineptitude, he begins to do something that can pass as gardening.
his attention is diverted slightly when he hears the door opening and a newly familiar sight walks out. not one to be rude, he smile and stands, wiping his slightly dirtied hands on the back of his casual garb to appear less unsightly.
“ah, aerith-san, isn’t it?” he says, recognizing her as one of his many roommates. “heading out to the city?” he continues, “it is a rather nice day, and that’s why i... might have, as they say, bit off more than i could chew.” he tilts is head at the upturned dirt, the bag of seeds and shovel laying by the side. “i planned on gardening... then... i realize... i’m not even very familiar with how to use the shovel.” mikazuki laughs softly, then stops--
“oh my, have i been rambling?” he knows very well he has. “my apologies, please, continue what you are doing and don’t mind me.”
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